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Chaos Is A Name For Any Order That Produces Confusion In Our Minds.

The Tide Of Evolution Carries Everything Before It, Thoughts No Less Than Bodies, And Persons No Less Than Nations.

There Is Nothing To Which Men, While They Have Food And Drink, Cannot Reconcile Themselves.

The Profoundest Affinities Are Those Most Readily Felt, And Though A Thousand Later Considerations May Overlay And Override Them, They Remain A Background And Standard For All Happiness. If We Trace Them Out We Succeed.

All Language Is Rhetorical, And Even The Senses Are Poets.